While some of the odd highlights were some sexy(?) girl-on-girl kissing, judges’ lap sitting and Simon stroking a Shih-Tzu named Sasha, the episode’s first flashback (it’s like “Lost!”) made my heart skip a beat.

That’s when we were reminded a.) Randy Jackson was a member of Journey, my fave band ever, b.) owner of the world’s sickest flattop, and c.) that the ’80s were kind to no one. After that quick and fabulous trip down memory lane, we moved on to the contestants. I was surprised to see a heckuva lot more winners than losers last night — although the bad ones were B.A.D.